he Story BagThere once lived a rich

he Story BagThere once lived a rich family. They were nice, kindly and caringpeople and had only one child, a boy. The boy was cheerful and bouncyand loved to listen to stories told to him. Whenever he met a new per- son, his eyes lit up with interest and he used to say, “Tell me a story.”And then he put the story he heard in a small bag. Soon the bag wasfull of stories, and he had to push hard to get each new story in. With each new story the bag got heavier and firmer.The boy grew into a handsome young man and decided to get mar- ried. The whole family were preparing for his wedding when a devoted old servant heard a strange knocking. It was night. The servant lit a candle and looked around. He looked and listened carefully and soon dis- covered that the sound was coming from the bag hanging on the wall. He came close to the bag. Without any doubt it was the bag of stories the young master had kept in his boyhood and had forgotten.The old servant listened to carefully and this is what he heard: “Listen, everyone,” whisperedavoice,“theboy’sweddingistomorrow.Wehave suffered foralongtimeinthisbag,packedsocloselyanduncomfortably together. Now we must make the boy suffer.”“Yes, I don’t mind that,” said another voice, “I have been thinkingthe same thing. Tomorrow the young man will leave on horseback to bring home his young wife. I shall turn into bright red berries by theroad. I shall be poisonous, but shall look so beautiful that he will wantto eat me. I shall kill him.”“And I,” another voice said firmly, “shall kill him if you don’t.I shall become hundreds of very poisonous snakes. I shall hide in his room and when he and his young wife come in, I shall come out and he will regret that he had forgotten us.”The old devoted servant knew that he must help his master. Earlynext morning the wedding procession left the house and set off alongthe road. On the way they came to an opened field where a lot of bright berries were growing. The berries looked delicious. “Wait!” the youngman called out. “Stop the horse and pick me some of these berries.” Butthe servant did not stop. In fact, he made the horse hurry on and said, “Oh, those berries. You can find them everywhere. I shall pick some ofthem later.”Soon they reached the young girl’s home. The wedding ceremony washeld then, and the couple returned to the young man’s house. The good old servant took his sword and walked in front of the young people into their room. The room was full of very poisonous snakes, they were ev- erywhere, in every corner of the room. The servant struggled like mad and cut them into pieces with his sword. When there was no danger any longer, he told his young master the whole story.That is why, when stories are heard, they must never be put away to become angry and spiteful, but must always be shared with other people. In this way, they are passed from one person to another so that as many people as possible can enjoy them.

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There once recording lived a rich family. Were nice They, kindly and caring
people and had only one child, a boy. WAS cheerful boy of The and the bouncy
and loved to the listen to stories Told to HIM. Of He Met a Whenever new per- son is, a His eyes lit up closeup with Interest and of He Used to say The, "Tell me a story."
And the then the put the story of He of He Heard in a small bag. The bag WAS soon's
full of stories, and of He had the push to hard to the get in each new story. With each new story the bag got heavier and firmer.
The boy grew into a handsome young man and decided to get mar- ried. The whole family were preparing for his wedding when a devoted old servant heard a strange knocking. It was night. The servant lit a candle and looked around . He looked and listened carefully and soon dis- covered that the sound was coming from the bag hanging on the wall. He came close to the bag. Without any doubt it was the bag of stories the young master had kept in his boyhood and had forgotten.
The old servant listened to carefully and this is what he heard: "Listen, everyone," whisperedavoice, "theboy'sweddingistomorrow.Wehave suffered foralongtimeinthisbag, packedsocloselyanduncomfortably together. A must the make
we now! Just the boy Suffer. "
" Yes, I of do not yet Mind That, "Said another voice," I of have Been thinking
the same thing. Tomorrow the young man will leave on horseback to bring home his young wife. Into turn Shall I of bright red berries by the
road. I shall the BE poisonous I of, But Shall look SO beautiful That of He will of want
to eat me. Shall the kill HIM I of. "
" And I of, "Said another voice firmly," Shall the kill HIM the if you do not.
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Of The old Devoted servant of He Knew That a must help a His the master. The Early
next by morning the wedding procession left the house and set off Along
the road. On the way they came to an opened field where a lot of bright berries were growing. The berries looked delicious. "Wait!" The young
man called out. "The Stop the horse and me the pick of some for These berries." But
the servant DID not the stop. In fact, he made the horse hurry on and said, "Oh, those berries. You can find them everywhere. I shall the pick some I of of
Them later. "
Soon for They reached An the young girl's home. Wedding ceremony WAS of The
Held the then, the couple and the returned to the young man's house. The good old servant took his sword and walked in front of the young people into their room. The room was full of very poisonous snakes , they were ev- erywhere, in every corner of the room. The servant struggled like mad and cut them into pieces with his sword. When there was no danger any longer, he told his young master the whole story.
That is why, when stories are heard, they must never be put away to become angry and spiteful, but must always be shared with other people. In this way, they are passed from one person to another so that as many people as possible can enjoy them.

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he Story Bag
There once lived a rich family. They were nice, kindly and caring
people and had only one child, a boy. The boy was cheerful and bouncy
and loved to listen to stories told to him. Whenever he met a new per-son, his eyes lit up with interest and he used to say, "Tell me a story."
And then he put the story he heard in a small bag. Soon the bag was
full of stories, and he had to push hard to get each new story in. With each new story the bag got heavier and firmer.
The boy grew into a handsome young man and decided to get mar-ried. The whole family were preparing for his wedding when a devoted old servant heard a strange knocking. It was night. The servant lit a candle and looked around. He looked and listened carefully and soon dis-covered that the sound was coming from the bag hanging on the wall. He came close to the bag. Without any doubt it was the bag of stories the young master had kept in his boyhood and had forgotten.
The old servant listened to carefully and this is what he heard: "Listen, everyone," whisperedavoice,""theboy'sweddingistomorrow. Wehave suffered foralongtimeinthisbag,packedsocloselyanduncomfortably together. Now we have to make the boy suffer."
"Yes, I don't mind that," said another voice, "I have been thinking
The same thing. Tomorrow the young man will leave on horseback to bring home his young wife. I shall turn into bright red berries by the
It's a road. I shall be poisonous, but shall look so beautiful that he will want
to eat me. I'll kill him."
"And I," another voice said firmly, "shall kill him if you don't.
I become hundreds of very poisonous snakes. I shall hide in his room and when he and his young wife come in, I shall come out and he will regret that he had forgotten us."
The old devoted servant knew that he must help his master. Early
Next morning the wedding procession left the house and set off along
The road. On the way they came to an open field where a lot of bright berries were growing. The berries looked delicious. "Wait!"
man called out. "Stop the horse and pick me some of these berries." But
The servant did not stop. In fact, he made the horse hurry on and said, "Oh, those berries. You can find them everywhere. I shall pick some of
them later."
Soon they reached the young girl's home. The wedding ceremony was
Held then, and the couple returned to the young man's house. The good old servant took his sword and walked in front of the young people into their room. The room was full of very poisonous snakes, they were ev-erywhere, in every corner of the room. The servant struggled like mad and cut them into pieces with his sword. When there was no danger any longer, he told his young master the whole story.
That is why, when stories are heard, they should never be put away to become angry and spiteful, but must always be shared with other people. In this way, they are passed from one person to another so that as many people as possible can enjoy them.

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He Story Bag
Have a rich family life once. They are very good, kindly and take care of
people and had only one child，a boy. The boys are cheerful and bounci
and loved to listen to stories told to him. When he met a new son, his eyes were a little angry, he said
Then he put the story he heard in a small bar. Soon, baby
full of stories，and he had to push hard to get each new story in. With each new story, the bad boys have heavier and firer.
The boy enters a teenager and decides to get a mar ried. The whole family is ready for his wedding, when an old abandoned service person hears a strange knocking. This is the evening. Service is a place to see. He looked, listened to the nursing, and soon found that the voice came from the hand in the bathroom. He closed the bar. There is no doubt that this is a trashcan story of a young master in his body and having forgotten.
The old service heard of carefuly and this is what he heard: "listen, everyone, love," who peredavoice loves their swaddingistorrow. We have delayed for a long time in this bag, packed together and uncomfortably together Now we have to make boys buffer... "
Yes, I don't think. I've thought about other voices
the same thing. Tomorrow, the young man will leave horseback's home with his young wife. I'll turn it into a red berry
Road I should be strong, but I should see him think
To eat me. I'm going to kill him. "
"Another voice says firmly," shall killed him if you don't. "
I will be a very powerful snakes hundreds. I put him in his room, and when he and his young wife come, I will come, and he will tell us that he has forgotten. "
The old devoted servant knew that he had to help his master. Early
next morning the wedding procession left the house and set off along
The road. When they came to an open field, there were a lot of bright berlies growing up. berries looked delicious。 Wait a second. "The young
man called out. "Stop the church and give me some of these berlies."
the servant did not stop. In fact, he did horse ferry on and said. You can find them anywhere. I will put some
They are late. "
So they took the young girl home. Adding ceremony
held then，and the couple returned to the young man's house. The good old servant took his sword and walked in front of the young people into their room. The room is full of all kinds of troubles. They are all in every corner of the room. The service was as severe as mad, shutting them up in his words. When there was no danger, he told his young master the whole story.
That's why, when stories are heard, they have to leave for better anger and happiness, but they have to always share with others. On this road, they have gone from one person to another, so there are many people that can let them.